Hata was an old soul in a young body. He knew it from an early age, and there was no way to hide it anyway. Each year of his life counted as a year in human time measurement units. While other boys were measuring and competing in their strength, Hata's beard was growing and graying simultaneously. No one told him how to trim it, and in the world of the elderly souls, it didn't matter anyway. It was so long that it served him as a cozy scarf. Lu was happy about it; she was always worried Hata might get cold. He didn't like wearing many things, or maybe the crisp bite of the air brought him pleasure. Lu wasn't sure, but she was always concerned that Hata would get cold and his brain would be damaged. She also didn't know exactly how old Hata was, but that was unclear to him as well. At some point, Lu became obsessed with knowing, and then she became obsessed with knowing why she needed to know. She entered her loop but grew out of it and forgot that it was important.
Again. There. Is. Yes
Again. There. Is. Yes
Again. There. Is. Yes
Hata was an old soul in a young body. He knew it from an early age, and there was no way to hide it anyway. Each year of his life counted as a year in human time measurement units. While other boys were measuring and competing in their strength, Hata's beard was growing and graying simultaneously. No one told him how to trim it, and in the world of the elderly souls, it didn't matter anyway. It was so long that it served him as a cozy scarf. Lu was happy about it; she was always worried Hata might get cold. He didn't like wearing many things, or maybe the crisp bite of the air brought him pleasure. Lu wasn't sure, but she was always concerned that Hata would get cold and his brain would be damaged. She also didn't know exactly how old Hata was, but that was unclear to him as well. At some point, Lu became obsessed with knowing, and then she became obsessed with knowing why she needed to know. She entered her loop but grew out of it and forgot that it was important.